Two of a Kind

Erica

Spencer jumped to his feet as Stiles and Derek entered the room. His brother was slumped into Derek's side, his eyes half lidded.

"Stiles," Spencer let out a sigh. Partially of relief and partially of frustration.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Don't," Stiles held his hand up, "you're sorry, I'm sorry. Let's move on," Stiles slurred slightly.

"You need to get some sleep," Derek helped the twin to his bed.

"How much did he have?" Spencer asked as his brother slumped over on the sheets.

"He was apparently popular with the guys tonight," Derek held out a handful of napkins with different names and numbers scrawled on them.

"I'm not surprised. He's always super flirty when he drinks," Spencer spoke sifting through the names on the napkins.

"Five total?" Derek as surprised. He'd counted as Spencer flipped through them.

"You seem surprised," Spencer smirked at his roommate.

"How's he supposed to remember who is who?" There was no way Stiles would remember much of anything much less the difference between five guys he talked to for ten seconds.

"Oh, he'll never call them," Spencer shook his head as he set the napkins on Stiles desk, "He's not that type."

Derek frowned as he looked over at the now sleeping Stiles. He'd thought Spencer was the shy one, or was he mixing them up again?

-

The next day Derek expected there to be some tension between the brothers but there was none. He woke up and showered while the two were still asleep.

When he came out of the bathroom the two were laughing over one of their phones.

"Morning Der, can I call you that?" One of the brothers asked looking up.

"Uh, sure, I guess," Very few people called him that. Only three to be exact. His sisters and Erica.

Derek glanced between the twins trying to figure out which one had asked him that.

"So uh, how you feelings Stiles?" Derek asked dropping his eyes to check his phone so he didn't make eye contact with the wrong brother.

"Better. Thanks for helping me get home," Stiles gave an embarrassed smile.

Derek looked up to see which one responded. So, Spencer had asked to call him Der. Good to know.

Derek only gave a nod.

"So, you two wanna go grab lunch?" Spencer asked turning back to his phone.

"I actually have to meet someone from last night," Stiles shook his head as he stood to his feet.

"Wait, what?" Spencer's tone said he didn't approve.

"The bartender from last night. She gave me her number and said she wants to hang out sometime. I text her earlier thanking her for last night and she asked me to meet her for lunch," Stiles gave a small shrug.

Derek jerked his head up, "Erica?"

"Yeah," Stiles smiled.

Derek looked down at the text he'd just sent agreeing to meet her for lunch, "Apparently we're both meeting her."

"Well I feel a little left out," Spencer laughed.

"You're welcome to join us," Derek offered then, perhaps a bit too eagerly.